They tell me everything,
Will be alright.
But will it?
They tell me this,
Won't always be like this.
But won't it?
They tell me my pain,
Will someday fade.
But will it?
They tell me I will,
Have good days once more.
But will I?
They tell me I won't,
Think of him always.
But can I not?
They tell me this is,
Real,
And not a dream.
But is it?
They tell me there will,
Be always questions left,
Unanswered.
But on that,
I have no doubts.